Anti-Hero

He does not fit into the theme of an anti-hero. He is simply an apathetic person who does not care much about anything else other than the daily triviality of life. Vanity, looks, etc. He is a person who is so vain he cares about himself before he walks into a room. He shouldn't even be included in the category of an anti-hero because he simply is just too ordinary to be an anti-hero. We are simply tapping into his thoughts. An ordinary man who used to live a lavish lifestyle (maybe he still does now) but is simply too concerned with himself and appearance now because he has grown old. He's just a man of vanity. He's gay if I could say it, a gay and depressed little man that used to fit into the elite of society (and probably still fits in) but is just so self-conscious and absorbed into his little mind and society that he'd rather be a pair of lobster claws. What a pathetic man. Is he even a man? Those are the thoughts of a woman, or a gay man. Perhaps this poem should be changed to the "Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, the Gay Man". Nonetheless, it does not take away from the greatness of the poem and it does not diminish the level of admiration I have for T.S. Eliot, (whether he is a poet or not, he is a brilliant man)